for the love of dave matthews.

i have changed a lot since my junior year of high school. THANK GOD. but one thing that remains constant however is my blond hair, affinity for all things chocolate and a love for dave matthews. THANK GOD.

my sister and her boyfriend (now husband) drove me and three of my friends to see him in new jersey my junior year and i was hooked. i have seen eleven shows since then in massachusetts, connecticut, new york, virginia, florida, and indiana. i considered myself a super fan but really, there are people who see him twelve times a year.

part of the draw is that no show is the same. different set lists, different jams. i used to be so into the set list thing. writing it down for the shows i saw, looking up others on antsmarching.org, getting so dissapointed when i missed a good encore. and the jams! i could hippie dance with the best of them.

going to a concert was always a huge production. it usually involved some considerable travel and tailgating was a must. get there early, drink beer, eat food, get your lawn seat ASAP, buy t-shirt, dance your hippie heart out, take beach chairs back out and enjoy watching the line of traffic, crash on frat house floor (most unpleasant accomodations to date).

let's not underestimate the power of a good lawn seat. a good spot means your toes won't go numb from standing on a slant, that you have room to twirl, and the girl in front of you is not puking her brains out or snorting something. true stories.

my younger self would die if it heard me say that i haven't been to a show in a few years. i got side tracked by going to disney every month, and dave matthews got side tracked by making albums. when i saw that dave was on ellen recently, well be still my heart! my favorite band, my favorite celebrity (ellen), my favorite song.

the only possible way this could be better would be if it took place in disney world, and i was there.

john and i used to have an understanding that if i ever had the opportunity to "kiss" dave matthews, i could. this rule will be in place with anyone i date. but let's be real...if i ever met dave matthews there probably wouldn't be much kissing. i met him once in my dreams and i passed out. how is that even possible in a dream? so i can't even imagine what would happen in real life. it might involve a stroke.

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hands down sexiest performer alive

anyways, back to the ellen show. i have to watch it on youtube due to no cable. i noticed under the video there was a comment "my friend's dad is in that band, tim reynolds." OK. HOLD UP. i remember when tim reynolds was just a kid. and now he has kids old enough to have friends commenting on you tube? and who the hell doesn't know THAT band?! instantly i felt like the old person at the concert that i used to think "way to hold onto your past...find a new band."

but i will never find a new band. i will be that old person in the audience. i'll just have a better seat.